CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Harrison was as quick and effective as ever. By the time Mackenzie was back in her car and taking the first sip of her dark roast, he was calling. She savored the taste of the coffee for a moment before answering, hoping that Hinkley would prove to be another stepping stone—something as useful as the Jesus Trail information.
“You really know how to pick ’em, White,” Harrison said.
“Tell me.”
“Joseph Hinkley has basically no record to speak of until the age of thirty-seven. His first blip came seven years ago when he was arrested for assaulting a police officer in Baltimore while at a protest against a Muslim mosque being constructed. A year later, he was arrested for beating his wife, hitting her twice in the face and once in the ribs. After she left him, he shacked
